Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)
A second later comes the unmistakable rattle.
My silver bullet vibe rolls out, followed by a pair of satin restraints and my pink dildo.
Tyler pulls back just slightly, glancing down.
Before I can move, he crouches slowly and picks them up like it’s something sacred and filthy all at once.
My stomach flutters as a flush creep over me.
“You… you didn’t have to,” I whisper, almost embarrassed.
He looks up at me. His voice drops an octave, thick with heat.
“Tell me, Hayley. Were you going to fuck yourself with these after your drink? Or were you hoping someone might beat you to it?”